Sleep, Sarah, Shoes, and Diapers

So that 6.5 hours I quickly mentioned in my last blog has not happened since. We have had some better nights, but they aren't consistent yet. Noah is still giving me 2 hours of sleep at a time more than anything else. I suppose we'll get there eventually.

This acid reflux is the pits. Noah is still having a tough time eating, and the spit up can be really bad. Poor little guy. His little face is the saddest, sweetest thing when he's crying. It's a different cry than when he's mad or wet or clingy. His mouth opens wide, his bottom lip curls under, and he literally makes a "waaaa" sound. He also seems to lean his face up against mine, but I could be imagining that...perhaps I'm just leaning my face against his. Either way, it is so sweet and pathetic. I can't wait until he can eat without being in pain.

Sarah visited us last weekend, and I didn't get one picture! I could shoot myself. We had a great time though, and I'm hoping Noah sensed the presence of his new BFF growing inside her belly. We watched movies and relaxed on Friday, and then spent all day Saturday shopping. During our outing, Sarah and I discovered something that is both awful and wonderful...my feet grew a whole size since my pregnancy. My 6.5 foot is now a 7.5 foot. I'm sad because my feet were one of the only small things on me, and also because I have a lot of shoes that I can't wear anymore without acquiring blisters. Sarah was quick to see the upside of this situation, which is that I have to buy all new shoes. If only my bank account could understand this problem, I'd be ecstatic.

Cloth diapers are in full swing now, and naturally so is our washer. They're working out great thus far, and they actually seem to have gotten rid of his diaper rash. Stuffing the pad inside is a bit of a pain, but that's the hardest part. I'm so glad that my mom sent us extra diapers though, because my original 12 would not have cut it. 24 is definitely the needed amount.

Enough for now...